It took my parents a long long time (and i'm talking years) to accept the fact that I had to be on medication. Going to talk therapy was fine, but "depression", "medication", nope. My family is very "mind over matter - only you control your thoughts and future". My dad is especially like that.

I guess you could say I *MADE* them change their mind about my illness. I just continued to go to them for support during my bad times. I was a squeaky wheel and would say "I know you don't believe in this, but I really need you to just sit by me/stay on the phone with me until this passes."

So what if they didn't get it...they're my parents and tough **** for them - this is what you get when you have kids lol. I never quit asking them for help or even support for my medications when I was short on funds.

So the fact that they actually saw my episodes in person, they began to understand. It's one thing to tell them, it's another thing for them to see. Now my parents are completely supportive and they even check on me to make sure I am keeping to my routine and plan. My mom is my #1. My dad is supportive but isn't the most "emotionally available" person. I know its because he feels helpless and men like to be fixers in general. But he will be there if I need him.

So I would say, never stop asking your parents for support. Never take no for an answer and let them see and be part of what you go through.

Sending hugs your way
Xoxo